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judifilksign ([personal profile] judifilksign) wrote2009-11-05 08:44 pm
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Tell Tale Heart, Take Two

This week, our school is getting the outer walls torn off (made of wood), replacement plywood , and added insulation and new siding put back on.

The noise is not to be believed.  (Reminds me of the commercials "I have a headache this big, and it has EXCEDRIN written all over it.")

So, unwarned of this event, I am attempting to read a short story, drowned out by howling buzz saws, pounding hammers, cracking wood from the crowbars prying them off, and construction workers hollering at one another.

The students, youth leaders and I are all giving one another disbelieving looks as the noise just does not stop.  And then, there are a number of really loud thumps and whacks, getting louder and louder, faster and faster.  A voice on the other side of the wall suddenly snarls "What the f*ck is this sh*t?" as he uncovers something outside he doesn't like.  Every student eye in the room flashes to me.

I slam my book down on my teacher desk.  "Villains!" I shrieked at the wall, "Dissemble no more! I admit the deed! -- Tear up the planks! -- Here, here! -- it is the beating of his hideous, tell-tale heart!"

Every student just about fell out of his chair, laughing.  There is a looooooong silence on the other side of the wall, followed by a sudden flurry of activity and thumping, without any more shouting.

[identity profile] bercilakslady.livejournal.com 2009-11-06 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
You crack me up. I'm glad your students got it, and laughed.

[identity profile] judifilksign.livejournal.com 2009-11-06 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
We'd just read the story in the past couple of weeks, so they well ought to have gotten it! (

(Actually, I think this was the same class where I overacted that same line while reading and had a group of youth leaders outside my room burst in ready to save me.)

[identity profile] judifilksign.livejournal.com 2009-11-06 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
And my DH tells me I ought to have said "Villains! Dis-assemble no more!"

[identity profile] braider.livejournal.com 2009-11-06 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
What's scary is that's how I read it...

[identity profile] filkerdave.livejournal.com 2009-11-06 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
NO DISASSEMBLE!

[identity profile] bercilakslady.livejournal.com 2009-11-06 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
There's the part I was missing. :)

[identity profile] filkerdave.livejournal.com 2009-11-06 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
I just burst out laughing.

Thank you. I NEEDED that!

[identity profile] catsittingstill.livejournal.com 2009-11-06 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
ROTFL

[identity profile] dormouse-in-tea.livejournal.com 2009-11-06 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
*laaaaaaaughing*

You win so hard

[personal profile] hms42 2009-11-06 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
. Have you played them Tom Smith's 'Telly Taley Heart'?

[identity profile] judifilksign.livejournal.com 2009-11-06 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, indeedy, and signed it for them, to boot. It encouraged one student that Tom makes money off of stuff like that, stuff like that student likes writing, too. I anticipate seeing this kid at local cons soon.

[identity profile] ladymondegreen.livejournal.com 2009-11-06 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
Best English teacher moment, ever.

[identity profile] robin-june.livejournal.com 2009-11-06 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
LOL! Score one for lit'rature!
billroper: (Default)

[personal profile] billroper 2009-11-06 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
To repeat a response I used earlier tonight:

She shoots! She scores!

[identity profile] admnaismith.livejournal.com 2009-11-06 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
Stories like this help me to believe that the Human Race might just make it after all.

[identity profile] maiac.livejournal.com 2009-11-06 12:26 pm (UTC)(link)
PERFECTION.

[identity profile] markbernstein.livejournal.com 2009-11-06 01:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Brava!

(Running Madly off To Send A Link To Every One of My School Teacher Cousins)

(Anonymous) 2009-11-06 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Of which there are a ton.

You just won the Miss Dabney English Teacher of the Year Award. Miss Dabney was the teacher I fought to get when I attended Granby High School in Norfolk, Va, 1955 though 1958. Back then, teachers taught classes in all four grades and, if you got to them first, you could sign up for their class. Miss Dabney's classes were always filled first, proving for all time that popular teachers are not the "easy" ones.

Anyway, you obviously belong to Miss Dabney's class. Thank you for the wonderful laugh and the reassurance that great teachers still exist.

Sorry, I don't have time during lunch to find a proper id icon

(Anonymous) 2009-11-06 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
- but I'm Grace, friend of MaiaC.

[identity profile] debmats.livejournal.com 2009-11-06 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Thanks for the giggle!!!

Would have loved to have seen the faces of those workers on the other side of the wall *g*

[identity profile] pondside.livejournal.com 2009-11-06 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Sometimes (frequently) you know JUST what to say! That was a dead centre target shot dear!!

hugs

[identity profile] peteralway.livejournal.com 2009-11-06 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Epic Snrk!

[identity profile] needlewomyn.livejournal.com 2009-11-06 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Your students will SOOOOO remember this event!
kyrielle: (too sweet)

[personal profile] kyrielle 2009-11-06 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Gleeeeee! *giggling*

[identity profile] bercilakslady.livejournal.com 2009-11-20 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Late comment, but this reminds me of an episode in a college Western Religious Traditions class. My (Orthodox Jewish) professor shouted out the window to G-d to make some point in class. I forget the point, but I do remember that the president of the college looked up at the shouting. Priceless.